Feng Yue always thought of herself as a calm person, but when she heard Chen Cai slandering her mother like that,
her usual composure vanished in an instant.
She could brush off insults aimed at herself with a smile,
but when it came to her mother, she simply couldn’t stand it.
“Chen Cai! Stop spouting lies here!”
Feng Yue clenched her fists tightly and growled lowly.
“Look at you, acting all sly like a fox—I can already guess what kind of person your mother is.”
Chen Cai looked at Feng Yue with utter contempt. “You say I’m slandering, then explain to me—what’s the deal between your mother and my husband?”
Chen Cai was sharp; her words almost cornered Feng Yue completely.
Could she dare reveal the truth in front of so many people?
If Feng Yue said that Feng Kang had forced her mother back then,
Feng Kang would be the first to deny it.
“I…”
Feng Yue was so furious she was gasping for breath. Because of the attack on her mother, she couldn’t calm down.
Her mind felt like mush, and she didn’t know what to say.
Chen Cai glanced at the group of wealthy ladies nearby, who were gradually stepping away from Feng Yue, a slight smirk curling on her lips.
This stinky girl still wanted to fight her?
For now, Chen Cai controlled only about ten percent of the Feng Family’s fortune.
How could she possibly allow this illegitimate daughter to come and continue splitting the inheritance?
Xu Mu, seeing Feng Yue beside him losing her temper, whispered to Nangong Yao, “I’ve caught a whiff of evil here!”
“Where?”
Nangong Yao’s eyes immediately scanned the surroundings.
“That woman—there’s a lot of wickedness radiating off her.”
Xu Mu pointed at Chen Cai.
“Really?”
Nangong Yao covered her left eye, half skeptical, staring at Chen Cai.
Putting everything else aside, Chen Cai’s expression right now was undeniably that of a villain.
“What? You don’t even trust your own kind?”
Xu Mu smiled faintly.
“Of course I do—I can see it clearly!”
Nangong Yao spoke as she ran toward Chen Cai. “Villain! You’re a villain!”
Chen Cai was about to retort, wondering where this little brat came from, but when she saw it was Nangong Yao, she immediately swallowed her words.
The Nangong Family was a secretive clan second only to the Dai Family—definitely not someone the Feng Family could afford to offend.
Chen Cai quickly put on a gentle smile. “Little sister, maybe you’re mistaken.”
“How could I be mistaken? The evil radiating off you is practically bursting out of your skin—try facing my holy light!”
Nangong Yao threw a flurry of tiny fists at Chen Cai.
A flicker of disgust crossed Chen Cai’s heart. This little brat was truly detestable.
Men might find such little girls cute,
but as a woman herself, she just wanted to strangle the girl.
Still, that was all she dared to think—her face remained plastered with an awkward smile. Then she pointed at Feng Yue and said, “You’d better get lost, Feng Yue. The Feng Family doesn’t welcome you!”
With that, she promptly walked away. Could she not dodge this little brat?
Feng Yue watched Chen Cai leave, then looked at the group of wealthy ladies beside her. “If I told you she was slandering me just now, would you believe me?”
The ladies exchanged glances.
One older woman spoke softly, “Xiao Yue, I believe you. The beauty pills you gave us really do work. But I can’t afford to provoke the Feng Family.”
The others all nodded in agreement, as if Chen Cai’s earlier words had been directed at them.
If they continued to get close to Feng Yue, they would be crossing Chen Cai.
“I believe you.”
Xu Mu smiled as he came over to Feng Yue’s side.
“I believe you too!”
Nangong Yao looked up at Feng Yue, covering her left eye as she said, “There’s no trace of guilt on you. You’re a good person.”
Su Ruiming also stepped forward, “Boss Feng, Young Master Xu trusts you, and so do I.”
The other noblewomen nearby all lowered their heads to look at Nangong Yao.
She was the little princess of the Nangong Family, and of course, they all knew her.
Unfortunately, she was too young and had no say in anything.
If Nangong Yao were ten years older, around seventeen or eighteen, they might dare to ignore Chen Cai.
But sadly…
Feng Yue had also noticed Xu Mu and Nangong Yao standing together.
It was clear that Xu Mu had asked Nangong Yao to help her get out of this predicament.
“Thank you all for believing in me.”
Feng Yue gave a slight bow to the group, then said, “I’ll take my leave now.”
“No need. Come with me. They won’t dare say anything.”
Xu Mu smiled at Feng Yue.
“But… alright.”
Feng Yue hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly.
Led by Xu Mu, the group returned to sit around the white round table.
No sooner had they sat down than Feng Jian appeared from a distance.
She sighed softly—looks like she wouldn’t be able to stay here any longer today.
Before Feng Yue could stand, she noticed that Feng Jian didn’t even glance at her; instead, he sat beside Xu Mu.
He whispered, “Young Master Xu, are you alright?”
Feng Yue was stunned. If she remembered correctly, Xu Mu and Feng Jian were old enemies.
So why was Feng Jian suddenly showing concern for Xu Mu?
“Feng, you’re confusing me.”
Xu Mu asked calmly, “Don’t you know what happened last night?”
“That has nothing to do with me.”
Feng Jian spoke quietly, “Last night’s events were all my mother’s doing.”
Feng Jian was clearly unhappy, especially about what his mother had said the night before.
He had a long life ahead of him, and no woman—how could he possibly go on?
Whoever got in the way of his women, he’d oppose, even if that person was his own mother.
Xu Mu was a little surprised. Judging by Feng Jian’s tone, he was no longer on the same side as his mother.
“I believe you, Feng.”
Xu Mu smiled faintly.
At that moment, a few more people arrived outside. Many of those around greeted them warmly.
“Young Master Dai is here!”
“Greetings, Young Master Dai!”
It was none other than Dai Xiao from the Dai Family.
Chen Cai also came forward with a warm smile, “Young Master Dai.”
Dai Xiao smiled and nodded at Chen Cai, thinking to himself:
If so many people were present, and he made a move on Chen Cai, the thrill would be unprecedented.
He planned to watch closely for an opportunity.
Just then, the crowd buzzed again as Feng Kang finally appeared.
In fact, not only Xu Shou but also other businessmen were very curious about what Feng Kang was up to.
Logically speaking, thirty years was a milestone—so why did he choose the twenty-ninth anniversary instead?
Many people took their seats, all eyes turning to Feng Kang in the distance.
Feng Kang took the microphone and walked toward the makeshift stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. I’m sure many of you are curious why the Feng Family chose to celebrate the 29th anniversary.”
“I’m not one for long speeches, so I’ll get straight to the point: the Feng Family has some good news—actually, double good news.”
As Feng Kang spoke, old photos appeared on the large screen behind him.
They were all pictures of very dilapidated factory buildings.
“These are the factories my father built back in the day. It was from him that I earned my first pot of gold. I have to admit, I was pretty lucky.”
Feng Kang smiled and continued, “My first venture was a success. Over the years, there have been ups and downs, but eventually, things stabilized.”
“But don’t think that just because I’m nearly sixty, I’m ready to slow down. I believe this is the perfect age to keep pushing forward. Now, let me announce the first piece of good news.”
At this point, Feng Kang’s smile grew wider. “Please welcome Miss Isabella from England.”
At that moment, a woman in a white gown appeared from the back of the stage.
She had golden wavy hair, striking blue eyes, a tall and curvaceous figure — the quintessential Western beauty, looking every bit like a noble princess.
Xu Mu furrowed his brows slightly. A foreign woman? Was she really worthy of such a grand introduction from Feng Kang?
So, he casually scanned her with his Divine Eye.
Name: Isabella Russell
Identity: CFO of the English Russell Group, heroine of *The Return of the Soldier King*.
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